"If I give you my hand to help you up, will I end up like your brother?" He debated scrunching his eyebrows together while his stormy eyes analyzed my face.
"I don't know Grey Eyes? I guess you will have to put some trust in me," I coaxed, placi...
"If I give you my hand to help you up, will I end up like your brother?" He debated scrunching his eyebrows together while his stormy eyes analyzed my face.
"I don't know Grey Eyes? I guess you will have to put some trust in me," I coaxed, placing my hand out up in the air as I leaned all my support onto my left arm.
"You are very interesting Green Eyes," he countered back.
He slowly interlocked our hands and pulled me up out of the pool so that we were standing inches apart from each other causing my breath to hitch in my throat. The Michigan football shirt clung to my body as water dripped off of me everywhere. I felt his minty breath against my neck causing goosebumps to skitter across my spine while his rough football hand sent a burn throughout me igniting my whole body ablaze.
Those damn stormy grey eyes kept me locked into a staring battle I knew I already lost. I was fully submerged and I was terrified.
